Act 107 Tonigel and the Young Lord (1st Update, Everyone's Support)

"Little one," but at this time he suddenly heard the voice of Otares in his heart, "I have always wanted to ask, is the little silver elf girl who followed you an elf royal family?" ”

"Lord Ottales, Métisa, she's a royal family, what's wrong?" Brando replied.

"It's nothing, she looks familiar, a lot like an acquaintance of mine, but I don't think it's likely, probably her descendant—" Otares shook her head and replied, "But if she's royal, then your question isn't a problem." ”

"Why?"

"One of the silver legacies of the Silver Elves is the Elemental Channeling Technique, and the Royal Family is sure to master this technique." Otares replied, and fell silent.

I see, Brando realized, he raised his head and looked at Medisa curiously: "Will you, Metisa?" ”

The Silver Elf Maiden nodded slightly.

"Well, this problem is solved," Brando knew that this was actually one of the two most difficult difficulties of the Elemental Furnace, and solving this problem could be said to solve half of the problem, or even more than half of the problem, but he still asked, "So how do you transform these fire elements into continuous flames?" As far as I can tell, most of the alchemy enlightenment circles nowadays are instantaneous, and the elemental furnace needs to be continuously enlightened—"

"Is there no way to solve it?" The brow that had just been raised sank again, and he said with a little distress, "It doesn't seem to be very difficult. ”

"Of course it's difficult, it's very demanding of solidity. But fortunately, there is not no alternative way, one is to strengthen the circle, but this will affect the output effect. The second is to use better circle materials, which will increase the cost. ”

Brando thought for a moment, and the miniaturized Elemental Furnace could use the Reinforcement Circle. And the slightly higher cost of large-scale seems acceptable, anyway, the wool comes from the sheep.

Although it was as difficult, he thought that he had Tamar in his hand, and it must be no problem to hand it over to the alchemist master.

He shook his head away from the question: "Well, it's better to have an alternative than nothing." Let's move on to the next question, what about the mana transmitter and core? ”

"I can find a way to get some cores," said Berau, glancing at him, and for the first time the old man said with some stumbling words, "I must have some acquaintances in Ampesel, in Corcova, and Sifah, and I can probably ask them to get some for me—but the largest ones are not of hope." ”

"Medium is enough," Brando replied, and as for Antitina, the mana channeler, there was an original design that should barely be used - it was rarer than the Mana Core, and was almost entirely in the hands of the royal family and the great nobles.

But he glanced at the master blacksmith with some surprise, this was the first time he had offered to use his network—it seemed that this thing really attracted the old man very much.

But what really surprised Brando was that the network of nobles, especially a master like Berru, was a big net, and it would be great news if it could be used by him.

He couldn't help but ask tentatively, "In that case, why don't you ask them to get some people for us, aren't you short of manpower, Master Bailu?" ”

The old man glared at him: "Do you want to drag more people into the water?" I don't care about others, but don't try to beat my idea, the people I know are either kings or my students, I don't want them to get on the thief ship."

"No, no, no, you're mistaken," Brando was not discouraged, but continued to persuade: "Whether it's the royal party or us, we're all in the same boat now, and we're all doing things for Her Royal Highness the princess, aren't we?" ”

Beru snorted, though he didn't quite believe the other party's words, but he was a little relieved when he thought of Brando's resonance with the Lionheart: "But I have promised to serve you, young man, and as for my students, I have no right to interfere with their choices—let alone the royal party." ”

"I didn't let you interfere with their choices, Master Berau," Brando quickly sighed and shook his head, "I'm not trying to force them to serve me, you can also help us a little, people have to learn to be flexible"

"You see, this is not much different from helping us 'smuggle', in essence, it is all about serving Her Highness the Princess, and it is also to regain the glory that Eru has lost."

"The most important thing is that we will pay for it, and we will definitely not let your students suffer, Master Berau, it's a win-win deal-"

Brando, while following the temptation, drew a beautiful pie for Berlot.

Of course, this action fell into the eyes of Akane and Métisa, and they couldn't help but laugh - because the young lord was now like a devil from the scorching hell that caused people to fall, with a honey sword in his mouth, and a bad eye.

They looked at Master Berau, who had been stunned by Brando's sore feet, and then at Brando, and then at Brando—but the young lord quietly glared back at them, lest the two ladies really laugh and spoil the atmosphere.

Brando couldn't help but think to himself at this time - he had only been the head of the game for a few years, and he had already developed this ability to draw pies, but this was still a small amount compared to the managers of large and small enterprises in his world.

He wants those guys to come over too, and he probably can't set up a large multinational fraud organization -- no, no, it should be a large multinational corporation -- or no, it's a large multinational religious organization

And presumably it will not be inferior to the Temple of the Queen of the Wind or the Temple of Fire.

Brando's mind was still spinning around with these nonsensical thoughts as he made a promise to Berru. And the master court craftsman of Eruin seemed to be really moved by him at last, and he hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Well, what else do you need, my lord?"

"People." "More people," says Brando"

"People?" Beru was startled, and he glared at Brando in surprise: "You, you want me to do human trafficking?" You are crazy? Eruin prohibits human trafficking—"

However, he was a little unconfident, because in fact, in many underground black markets in Eruin, the nobles were also engaged in this kind of dirty business, which was an open secret.

But at least the young lord was not such a person in his heart, and although Beraue had always disdained Brando's somewhat idealistic integrity, as a young man and not as a lord, he still admired this character in the other party.

Brando frowned and shook his head: "What are you talking about, what kind of human trafficking, this is too filthy Mr. Berau, don't you bring the bad habits of those old nobles to my territory-"

Berlu didn't choke on it, he stared at Brando angrily, thinking to himself, didn't you bring it up first? You say you want people, but it seems that there is no other way to get more people than to buy and sell people.

"And what do you mean, my lord?" The old man asked angrily.

Brando nodded.

"Well, do you know about the War of the Black Roses?" He asked.

"What's that?"

"That's ......"

Brando was suddenly stunned, because he remembered that at this time, it seemed that the official name of this war had not yet been uniformly named, and as for the War of the Black Roses, there was still no such thing.

So he coughed at once, and without a trace, he changed his words, "I mean, I just ended that war—"

"You mean the invasion of Madara?" Beru thought for a moment and said with some puzzlement: "But what does that have to do with that Rausch Black Rose War?" ”

The young man's face turned red for the first time, but he couldn't help but have black lines on his head, wondering if this damn old man could not open a pot and not mention a pot.

However, he was thinking about how to perfunctory this embarrassing situation, but at this time Akane whispered, "I heard that Madara is called the Black Rose of Bramanto, and I think this is what the lord said. ”

The old man nodded suddenly: "This makes some sense, so I think the chronicler may also be named like this, so what?" ”

Brando wanted to hug Akane and kiss him at this time—if not for the fear of being sorry for little Roman. However, he still gave up this delusion, coughed lightly and continued:

"The War of the Black Roses may seem like the biggest war Eruin has ever experienced since the November War, but it is not, since the royal family has lost its grip on the region, and the nobles have been fighting each other every year, and it is not a matter of day that this ancient kingdom has been in deep suffering."

Brando was talking about the truth about Eruin in the past twenty years, and everyone present was deeply touched and nodded in unison.

"Master Beru, do you know the group of refugees who are now in Mintai?" The young lord asked again.

"Of course, some of my men came from that group of refugees." Beru was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted, he looked at Brando in surprise: "My lord, you mean...... Refugee? ”

Brando nodded, the years of war had created a large number of homeless refugees, who were either dependent on powerful lords and became tenant farmers and lords with no personal freedom, or had no food and clothing, and no permanent residence.

Although there is no detailed statistics, he believes that in this era of Eruin, both in the north and in the south, there are a large number of people who are troubled by such difficult lives.

It's very simple to attract these people, a full meal, a yearning for a better life, is enough to make them come to Tonigel.

And all he wanted to offer was to give them a way to get there.

However, after his initial surprise, he quickly calmed down, and he reminded: "My lord, these refugees may be real, but most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, or women, children, and children, and the strong labor force is valuable in any eye, and I am afraid that such a good thing will not be your turn to be a good thing—"

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